Juan Carlos Baglietto — Dormite Patria song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Dormite Patria" by Juan Carlos Baglietto.
Lyrics
Dormite patria sobre mi camisa
Olvidate pronto de los que te pisan
Dormite patria que la noche es fria
Y hay un viento blanco sobre la avenida
Quiero llevarte como cuando era otro
Y te lucia flamante sobre el guardapolvo
Todavia no habia crecido
Y estabas prendida a mi solapa blanca
Como un papelito
Dormite patria que los corazones
Te haran de almohada para los pulmones
Dormite patria que suena la radio
Y alguen que te nombre lo dice cantando
Quiero llevarte porque siempre es invierno
Y no tenes un techo y estan los lobos sueltos
Malena, Carlitos Gardel y los caudillos
Las madres de los pañuelos
Y los hijos de mis hijos
El que vende flores
Yo que canto esas canciones
Esas chicas de las tiendas
Los que arreglan los motores
Te vamos a hace una ronda
Que abarque todo el mapa
Y entre provincia y provincia
No habra limites ni nada
Dormite patria como mi enamorada
Llevo tu corpiño atado en mi lanza
El ultimo aliento la cancion que me queda
Es que seas distinta a la que vi
En la escuela
Quiero llevarte como cuando era otro
Y te lucia flamante sobre el guardapolvo
Todavia no habia crecido
Y estabas prendida a mi solapa blanca
Como un papelito
Dormite patria
Que en la cuadra aqui cerca
Suena ya la murga para que te duerma
Dormite patria pero dormi conmigo
Para que la muerte se lleve al domingo
Lyrics translation
Sleep homeland on my shirt
Soon forget those who step on you
Dormite homeland that the night is cold
And there's a white wind over the avenue
I want to take you like when I was someone else
And you shine brand new on the dust cover
I hadn't grown up yet.
And you were on my white lapel
Like a piece of paper
Dormite homeland that Hearts
They'll make you a pillow for your lungs.
Dormite Homeland sounding radio
And someone who names you says it singing
I want to take you because it's Always Winter
And you don't have a roof and the Wolves are loose
Malena, Carlitos Gardel and the warlords
Mothers of handkerchiefs
And the children of my children
The one who sells flowers
I sing those songs
Those girls from the shops
Those who fix the engines
We'll give you a round.
That covers the whole map
And between province and province
There will be no limits or anything
Sleep homeland like my sweetheart
I'm wearing your bodice tied on my spear
The last breath the song I have left
Is that you're different from the one I saw
At school
I want to take you like when I was someone else
And you shine brand new on the dust cover
I hadn't grown up yet.
And you were on my white lapel
Like a piece of paper
Sleep Homeland
That on the block near here
Sound already the murga to put you to sleep
Sleep homeland but sleep with me
For Death to take away on Sunday